The English Poets, Volumul 4Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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Pagina 334
... lyric poetry is more memorable ; yet this , even , is less to be valued for its own sake than as the revelation of a delicate and attractive personality . Sprung from a talent expressive not creative , her verses are stamped with ...
... lyric poetry is more memorable ; yet this , even , is less to be valued for its own sake than as the revelation of a delicate and attractive personality . Sprung from a talent expressive not creative , her verses are stamped with ...
Pagina 418
... lyric that is almost perfect ; ' I dug beneath the cypress shade ' would , for instance , be worthy of Landor in Landor's best manner , but for a little stiffness in starting . Twice in mature life Peacock attempted a long flight in ...
... lyric that is almost perfect ; ' I dug beneath the cypress shade ' would , for instance , be worthy of Landor in Landor's best manner , but for a little stiffness in starting . Twice in mature life Peacock attempted a long flight in ...
Pagina 469
... lyric and epigrammatic forms of verse became his chief literary occupation , and are the substance of several volumes published under quaint designations , while there are no doubt many still in manuscript in the hands of his friends or ...
... lyric and epigrammatic forms of verse became his chief literary occupation , and are the substance of several volumes published under quaint designations , while there are no doubt many still in manuscript in the hands of his friends or ...
Pagina 609
... lyric song . His work is singularly varied in quality and tone as in purpose and style . Now it is hot and crude and violent - violent without power - as in Alton Locke's Song and The Bad Squire ; now , mannered and affected , as in The ...
... lyric song . His work is singularly varied in quality and tone as in purpose and style . Now it is hot and crude and violent - violent without power - as in Alton Locke's Song and The Bad Squire ; now , mannered and affected , as in The ...
Pagina 669
... lyric and narrative forms of verse . In dramatic poetry this age of poets has been strangely poor . Let Shelley's lurid drama of The Cenci be set aside in the high place that it deserves : after that the first seventy years of this ...
... lyric and narrative forms of verse . In dramatic poetry this age of poets has been strangely poor . Let Shelley's lurid drama of The Cenci be set aside in the high place that it deserves : after that the first seventy years of this ...
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Pagina 19 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 284 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Pagina 375 - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
Pagina 324 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 285 - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee;...
Pagina 83 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pagina 324 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Pagina 376 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Pagina 260 - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
Pagina 740 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.